This semester has been the hardest, most challenging time of my life. I have never been so busy or tried so hard. Between work, being dorm treasurer, and classes, I keep myself spinning. In the past month, I've also been figuring out 4 year plans for everything. I now have nearly every single class planned out from this point forward, and I'm for sure applying to go to York in the spring junior year.
On top of all this, my friends and I have been trying to figure out housing for the next two years. It looks like we may have found our place, but it has not been simple along the way finding it. The problem is that there are 12 of us and most of us are studying abroad at some point junior year, which means that people will be moving in and out during the year. What we decided to do is get two sides of a duplex, and that way, we can all live together without breaking too many housing laws about unrelated people living in the same house.
I was just realizing last night that one reason I am really disliking school this semester is because I don't like most of my classes. I abhor my spanish professor. I enjoyed spanish before I had her and now it's all I can do to force myself to go to that class. I am biding my time until spring semester when I am getting a better professor because any professor would be better than her. I also am getting fed up with my business professor. He doesn't know much of anything and his constant sexist remarks drive me up the wall. I don't think I am overly sensitive to sexist remarks, but when a prof calls you a mall rat just because you know what The Container Store sells or reels in shock when a girl (me) knows what chipboard is. I can tell that I am not the only girl who notices it either, and even guys pick up on it. He assumes that if a girl succeeds in business, it's because she is dating a successful guy in the field. I will not be writing him a good review at the end of the semester. Mostly, I get frustrated with him because I enjoy the textbook and I feel like I would enjoy business with any other professor but him. I am starting to appreciate aspects of International Politics and Relations, but no matter what I do, I cannot seem to do well in that class no matter how hard I try. I do like Self Defense most of the time, but we're working on bludgeon and knife attacks and I am horrible at it. Even my favorite class, Modern and Postmodern American Literature is overwhelming me. I have so much reading for that class, I automatically hate Monday and Wednesday nights because the class is on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I also am not doing well in it at all, no matter how much I am enjoying it.
So that is basically why I am so busy and stressed all the time. I've gotten quite a few gray hairs this semester (I'm not kidding, I have even gotten some solid white hairs). If you actually read this far, I give you mad props for listening to all my venting.